The Labors

By Foretoken

On Triumphs

Released on March 17, 2023

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[Verse 1]

I arrived in somber mire

Swallowed by miasma so vile

Goaded out, the poison clouds

Poured from each of its nine mouths

Battle raged, hammered a head

Was unfazed, two replaced damage

Scheme devised, an order defined

Hacked and cut, wounds cauterized


[Chorus]

Slain, Nemea's beast, lion slain, in less than thirty days

So sacrifice wasn't made

Now wearing its mystic pelt, no blade, spear nor arrow be felt

Killed, Lеrna's curse, hydra killed

Careful to avoid its brеath, a noxious threat

Now wielding its deadly blood, no man, monster, mystery shielded

Murderous


[Verse 2]

I was born, Zeus' pride

Hera's scorn, failed infanticide

She didn't relent, aimed abhorrence

My family forever silenced

Madness gone, they all had died

Blood on my arms, was horrified

Penance moored, well-being restored

If twelve labors could be conquered


[Chorus]

Slain, Nemea's beast, lion slain, in less than thirty days

So sacrifice wasn't made

Now wearing its mystic pelt, no blade, spear nor arrow be felt

Killed, Lerna's curse, hydra killed

Careful to avoid its breath, a noxious threat

Now wielding its deadly blood, no man, monster, mystery shielded

Murderous


[Post-Chorus]

With this my expiation ends


[Bridge]

This three-headed hound is nothing to me


[Chorus]

Slain, Nemea's beast, lion slain, in less than thirty days

So sacrifice wasn't made

Now wearing its mystic pelt, no blade, spear nor arrow be felt

Killed, Lerna's curse, hydra killed

Careful to avoid its breath, a noxious threat

Now wielding its deadly blood, no man, monster, mystery shielded

Murderous